Snippet #2672355

Seth had been so caught off guard by the sudden appearance of Quinn that he hadn't even recognized that it wasn't wearing any clothes. "Sorry, no pants. But I do have some water." he pulled a small bottle out of one of his suits pouches and handed it over as the log started to play over his com.

Seth looked at his hands in a slight panic, relieved that the gloves still seemed to be just as intact as they had been before touching the rock, hopefully that was a good sign. Then he heard something even more ominous. "...the locks of the doors automatically seal shut after half an hour." he started looking around, trying to gauge how long they had been on the station. It certainly felt like more than half an hour.

"Guys, should we be leaving while the doors aren't shut?" He asked, but then saw the air lock door slowly begin to creep closed. "Shit!" He stumbled as he moved around the crates towards the door, he didn't want to risk any more exposure to the rocks than he needed to, and he wasn't entirely sure what he planned on doing if he made it to the door, but he went for it none the less. Only to put a hand on the metal of the door as it slid shut, hissing loudly before a audible and definitive clank of the locks rang out. "Go to space they said. It'll be fun they said." He sighed. "Guys... bad news."